There it is in black and white for all the men who don’t make their women come. They don’t need us.
“You’re really freaking out about this, Foster. But I mean, you were in it for yourself. That’s fine.”
There goes the selfish bastard bell ringing again.
I say her name in a calm tone that I don’t feel in any fiber of my body right now. “It is not fine that I didn’t give you an orgasm.”
Is this what she’s grown used to? Disappointment by man after man? Is this why she puts those walls up around herself? It’s gone so far that during sex, she doesn’t even expect to have an orgasm?
She rolls her eyes. “You’re being very alpha male right now, like I’m ruining your reputation or something. I’ll tell you what. It’s our little secret. I’m not gonna tell anyone, but…”
I inhale a deep breath. “What?”
“It’s just… I’m probably not the only one.” She shrugs.
My mouth falls open as the air is sucked from my lungs. It feels as if someone just punched me in the nuts. “So, you think there’s like a Foster Davis sucks at sex thread somewhere, and all the women I’ve slept with comment about how shitty of a partner I am?”
She laughs. “Someone sure thinks a lot of himself.” She shifts, and the wrinkling of the sheet echoes through the empty room. “There isn’t a thread somewhere. I mean, I never went looking for one.”
I stand in front of her, so she has no option but to look me in the eye. “So it was shit. Like you were waiting for it to be over?”
She shakes her head, and damn that smile for being so cute when I’m fuming at myself and can’t really appreciate it. “Okay, calm down.” Her smile fades as though she can read my mind. “We were really hot, right? Like, we went from arguing to me being pressed against the wall. And it was really, really hot. But then when we got to the bathroom…”
I lower my head and pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling.
“You’re a good kisser,” she says as though she’s trying to let me down easy. “And I’m sure with more time… You were rushed.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “You have no idea how much I want to lie you down on this bed and make you come right now.”
“Well, that’s not gonna happen.”
“I owe you an orgasm.”
She laughs, and it’s so loud there’s no way the people outside the room don’t hear it. “No, you don’t.”
I lean into her, placing my hands on either side of her hips, the thin sheet crinkling beneath my palms. “Callie, you just shattered me.”
“I’m sorry.” She looks genuinely upset. Her hands come to my cheeks. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Please stop saying that.”
Her head tilts, and we stare at one another. “Are you asking me for a chance to prove yourself? We’re platonic, just friends. No complications, remember?”
I shake my head. “I can’t find it in myself to care right now.”
“You will after you have an orgasm.”
“After you have an orgasm.”
She laughs. “Okay, you need to go sit down. We’ll talk about this after the doctor comes in.”
There she goes erecting that wall again. After last night, we both know we’re hanging on by a frayed thread already.
“One night. No strings. One repeat.”
Her eyes widen, and she inhales. But she doesn’t say no. “Foster…” Even her tone doesn’t suggest no.
“You say the word.”
